I’M PUBLISHED!! (almost)

Linda is publishing!

And now I’m at a loss for words.

It’s been an interesting time to get to this point, and someday I’ll write about it. For now, I’d like to introduce you to my amazing cover, designed by the even more amazing and lovely Belinda Borradaile, to whom I’d like to express my profound thanks. You can find Belinda’s stunning artwork and her amazing writing at https://idiotwriting.wordpress.com/

Book Cover For Linda G HIll

All Good Stories is a romance novelette that was begun as a project for the A-Z April Challenge in 2014. It was originally written entirely off the cuff and posted on my fiction blog unedited.

As best friends, Xavier and Jupiter have always been supportive of each others’ romantic relationships. But when Jupiter meets Bob online, Xavier can’t help but feel he needs to come to her rescue. There’s just something about Bob. In the process of preventing Bob from wooing Jupiter away, Xavier…

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Icon Grill--Ted Strutz

Photo Copyright: Ted Strutz

Here we are for another week. Today we’re in a virtual grille in a virtual town. Our hostess for this weekly gathering is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We’re the Friday Fictioneers group. Our challenge this week and every week is to write an original story with no more than 100 words, not including the title. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt is a repeat supplied by Ted Strutz and requested by C.E. Ayr. Thanks, Ted, and C.E.

To read the other stories by the group members, just click on the link given below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link for this week’s stories is as follows:


Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count:100 Words


The Banner Grille was a favorite hangout for gossips in Pendleton. No day was complete until several stopped in to drink coffee or tea and catch the news.

Mr. Edwards at the Pendleton Times said, “Those women get more news at the Grille than in my paper.”

No one will ever forget the day there was news Marie Jones, a young widow, took in a roomer. He was supposed to be doing more than rooming.

When the news reached Marie, she came storming in. The police were called.

Car 12, Catfight at Banner Grille now in progress.




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Weapons of mass destruction and the no-fly zone

Sue’s trouble with flies.

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

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There is a tall plastic bottle on my desk that is a constant reminder that I am a mass murderer. I don’t like it, I don’t enjoy it, but sometimes you are left with no alternative. It matters little that I can plead self defence, diminished responsibility and crime passionel.

Though they are driving me nuts.

The narrow necked bottle is half filled with a sweet, fruity liquid and a dozen flies. One of which is still swimming, frantically trying to escape while I sit and attempt to ignore its plight, feeling like the greatest beast in nature. Yes, I know they are only flies, and they are nasty creatures that transmit more germs than a dirty missile. And they leave horrid traces of their presence that send me running for the bleach… which, incidentally, kills millions of lifeforms with every sweep of the cloth. Even so, flies serve…

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Chain mail and swards--Al Forbes--July 31, 2016

Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–July 31st, 2016. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words, not including the title and inspired by the prompt.

To read the other stories written by group members, just click on the link below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link to the other stories this week is as follows:


Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words


He was tall and dark, and his long, curly black hair fell about his broad shoulders. His armor was polished, and he wore chain mail underneath for added protection.

He rode a white stallion which also wore armor. The royal crest emblazoned his shield attached to the saddle. A magnificent broadsword hung from his belt.

Following him were his page, squire, and attendant knights. Behind them came the caravan with the supplies. They were riding to claim his promised bride, the exquisite Gerta, eldest daughter of the king of the neighboring kingdom.

Gerta was deeply unhappy. She dearly loved her father’s advisor, Sir Rolph Markstadt. He was neither handsome nor grand, nor had a beautiful stallion, nor rode to claim her hand. He did, however, have a quick wit and a quicker intelligence.

She was also a good, dutiful daughter so would take her place beside the prince as they marched down the aisle on their wedding day and say, “I will.”

She would then help him as he ruled his kingdom, giving him ten healthy children to carry on his line and connect his kingdom with other kingdoms. She would never complain. It was Twelfth-Century Bavaria.




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My Eulogy

A beautiful eulogy from Kawanee.

When I first met My husband, I didn’t like him very much. He was cocky, arrogant and reminded me of the people in school who bullied me. Two years later, we would meet again and this time, we just clicked.

On our first date in 1989, He asked me if he could kiss me and I said no. He looked a little confused (as if he wasn’t used to hearing “no”) but then he asked me why not. I told him I didn’t like kissing on a first date and that most guys didn’t ask and I thought it was nice that he had. He grinned and said:
“Nice enough to give me a kiss?”
“Nice try buddy!” I laughed; he was just too cute. Then he wanted to know what would have happened if he hadn’t asked. “I guess, I would’ve been kissed…” I shrugged and he stole his…

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